Our silly but adorable Freya came to live with us one year ago. During that time she’s also moved into our hearts, not just our house. Rather than asking “How are Jen and D?” if I’ve been out, it will be “How are my boys and Freya?” I would be so lost without her now, she is like a third child. She still has her quirks, but she has obvious strong points too. She has learnt to play. She knows children are more easily hurt and plays differently with them, slower and cautious but not frightened. She let’s me wash her with little drama, she still bites the flea comb afterwards though.